Life, Once Again!

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“Rest. The instructor will be here soon. ”

“Are you coming today? ”

Yoon Jung was surprised and asked. It was this morning that I heard the news. And you're already here.

'Ha. But what about the money?'

She smiled brightly when she said she had paid for the invitation. Yoon Jeong had a hard time seeing that smile. It's because I stumbled upon a quickie.

- Did you check the amount? Sorry I'm late, I got sidetracked by my paycheck. Yes, please take good care of the kids.

I overheard the call, and it was a lie, even though Tai told me he'd solved the lecturer's invitation fee by booty. In the context of the conversation, the guest fee was much less, and the salary was insufficient.

Yun Jeong said this to the children during lunch while suffering from depression alone. Junghyeok told me to keep it down. It was that if I teased it, only the teacher would be in trouble.

- But I can't ignore it. I don't want to.

Yun Jeong agreed. It's nothing else. It's the theater department. In the past year, I have felt frustrated while smiling, crying and hoping here. A precious place. It's not a waste of money to keep it that way.

Citizenship gives and receives the eyes of the revolution.

I wonder what they're up to. While Yoon Jung is thinking about it, he raises his hand.

“Sam! How much did you pay for the tuition this time? Are you the same person from last year? ”

I didn't notice that my attitude was suspicious because I usually ask a lot of all kinds of nasty questions.

“He's someone else. He was in the theater group and organized a university play club, and this time he invited kites. You're a skilled person. You'll have a lot to learn. ”

Money was a slippery slope.

If you ask around here, it's gonna look weird. The nationality will keep their mouths shut to see if they recognize it.

‘Ugh, I want to ask. ’

Yun Jeong's mouth tightened. I wanted to find out how much it cost. Should I ask my mom for half a year's allowance?

It burns inside. Why are you carrying the problem of the theater department by yourself? Yun, who stares at you. My lips are sore.

I have to ask!

It was time to think that and raise my hand. Danmi presses her thigh. Yun Jing was evil and yelled how much it hurt to hold up his thumb.

First graders stare in surprise.

Yun Jeong looked at her with shame and contempt. Danmi looks as if nothing had happened.

"I hate you!"

Still.

Thank you for stopping me. I almost asked. Sometimes I think about it, but Danmi's eyes are amazing. As soon as you get something ready to play around here, you'll notice.

“It hurt.”

“I couldn't help but notice how your lips were twitching. You know?”

“…… Tsk. ”

I'm not wrong, so bear it.

Yun Jeong stroked his dull thighs and looked at his appetite. He grabs his phone and walks out the door. Looks like the instructor is here.

“Who.”

“I see.”

Minority and reform seem a little tense.

The teacher who came last year was a gentle male teacher in the early thirties. The one who explained everything like teaching a child.

‘But it was awkward to approach. ’

He was certainly a kind teacher, but had a sense of distance beyond that kindness. At the appointed time, he went with Carl and never got together separately. I thought he was busy, but something was missing.

And crucially, the teacher didn't seem very interested in the youth play. Once you've given the instructions, as long as the theater crew meets that level, okay. That made me feel like a doll while I was with that teacher. Obviously, the pole was being made, but I did not feel like we were making it.

I'm satisfied with the quality of the play. The teacher was someone who felt that way.

Eventually, it started to twist subtly.

The teacher stopped teaching at the beginning of the summer vacation. I heard that the teacher asked politely, but I don't know the details.

Maybe that was the reason.

Yun Jeong remembered the third grade who had left and the second grade motives who are now invisible. People who don't show their faces at all.

I'm disappointed, but I can't help it.

It's been hard on everyone.

Yoon Jeong ran away.

‘Let's focus now. ’

What do you do with memories of people who've already left?

Yun Jeong saw first-graders with various faces.

It's a fresh start, a new play with new friends.

I will achieve my goal this time.

A closed auditorium door opens with a squeaking sound.

I got pregnant first. And then one thin woman comes in.

A woman with yellow hair strapped behind her back. He looks about 170 years tall. As soon as he comes in, he looks at the students, just as he looks at the rats entering his area, he is relaxed, but a little bit lively.

Yun Jeong judged that a great man had come at once. I have a different first impression from the last teacher. A sense of drama and drama, in other words.

A woman standing in front of the theater department.

I said, "Let me introduce you. I'm going to be your teacher for the next year. ”

Tai Shik encouraged applause. Yun Jeong gave a fierce applause.

“Then, sir. Behind you, please."

“Yes.”

His smile was faint. It is completely different from the impression that it seems to be self-assertive.

I don't think I saw it very well.

It was then. As soon as Thai closed the door, his smile settled.

“That one.”

Smiles point to the front of the fifth floor auditorium, the stage where performances or teachers go up and give talks. All you'll find there are mouths and tools from last year's festival.

What do you mean, that?

Everyone's eye-catching. It was a time when I didn't understand what Yoon meant.

Someone stands up.

I come back with a chair that was laying underneath the stage cloth. It's a crevice. The folding chair is turned upside down with your hand.

The dust flickers.

“Have a seat.”

The floor leaves the chair in front of you and returns to its place. Oh, you want me to bring a chair.

“He's the head from now on. ”

The head?

A smile points straight at the floor. The indicated floor slightly wrinkled its nose and said, "Your hair?” I asked.

“Yes. The head. I'll tell her if I have anything to say. He seems like a reasonable man. ”

A smile that sits with legs bent on a chair.

Yun Jeong was a little scared of a crooked jaw and a narrow open smile. The look of a fight. If you look at me, I'll come running and hit you right now.

I guess the other kids felt the same way.

Keep your head down.

Fighting?

Yun Jeong didn't know his intentions. But I didn't want to lose strangely. I was afraid to look at you, but I looked up.

For a moment, his smile stopped in front of Yun Jing. Yun Jeong swallowed the needle. I didn't know it when I passed, but when I met it like this, my body gives me the creeps.

It was then that I saw the body of the smile preparing to come forward. Yoon Jung was surprised and closed his eyes.

And...

What do you say?

When nothing happened, I opened my eyes again for a while. The smile is sweeping through the crew with the same fierce eyes as before.

“Tsk.”

A smile lifts my eyes and kicks my tongue.

What the hell is that?

Yun Jeong didn't understand her actions. What was he trying to do? I'm staring at you so hard.

“But there are a few good kids. Some of them are irredeemable. ”

A smile rises on your knees.

“All six of you! ”

A loud voice.

Yun Jeong came in with his ears and shook his heart.

The theater crew rushed to their feet.

A smile relaxed over his face, and he said:

“I'm going to start introducing myself now. ”

* * *

The first one was the colonel.

Tension.

In front of the chair where the smile was sitting.

"About you?"

The floor sees a smile slightly out of the side. The woman who was staring at the top people. Of course, he met his eyes, and at that moment, a speech bubble appeared over his smile head.

[This guy's worth it. I know how to take a look.]

It was a simple test with a smile.

The floor saw that the lowest ranked person on the test was nominated first. The woman's eyes were flinching for a moment, even the floor that was trained with all kinds of genuine customers. There is no way that the public could have taken such a glance lightly.

“Climb up.”

“Yes?”

“Get on the chair. And don't make me say it twice. You have two earholes. Relax and listen. I can hear you. ”

“Yes, yes. ”

overwhelmed.

The floor now thought that the colony would have no idea. Maybe his hair turned white. I got on the chair by a coercive teacher. Concentrated at the same time. It's not an incentive for a passive opponent to survive.

I wander around without knowing where to look. The way I see it, it makes me nervous.

“What's your name? ”

“Ba, this is Park Dae Nam. ”

“Daemyung.”

“Yes, yes. ”

“Take a big breath. ”

“Yes?”

It was a rebellious moment.

He smiles at you with a ridiculous smile and pulls the fan out of his training trousers. With that fan, a smile pierces the man's side.

Deep down.

“Ugh.”

A man deeply stabbed in the side comes down from the chair, groaning.

“Did I tell you to come down? ”

“Yes, yes? ”

“Did I tell you to come down? ”

“Oh, no. ”

A smile nods sideways. The one with the chair. The colony is back on the chair.

White face. The hands gathered in front of you move steadily.

And...

Even that smile is annoying.

“Finger.”

“Yes, yes! ”

The colony stands at attention.

It's frozen solid. That, too.

The floor smiles and reminds me of the military patience. Just like that. It will only be more painful if you show your frustration here.

Be patient. Don't be nervous.

I could not speak, so I tried to preach with my eyes as much as I could.

Of course, you won't be able to see them. You probably can't even see the faces of the people in front of you right now.

When you're nervous, your vision becomes extremely narrow.

“Now look up and open your chest. ”

He speaks with his fans poking and prodding people. Every time a fan of a smile touches him, he flinches and improves his posture.

“From now on, introduce yourself. The way is simple: just look straight at the one I'm pointing at and say it. The voice is loud enough to hear you thinking there's someone back there. Give me the best you can find. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes! ”

“Well, then. Put it together in your head. I'm gonna say it for exactly five minutes. And think about all of you sitting down. I don't know what to say. ”

5 min.

The floor thought that Smile had made up his mind. Five minutes in everyday life is a short time without limits. If you stay calm, five minutes will pass quickly.

But five minutes would be a long time for someone who was nervous enough to hear their own heartbeat.

* * *

Five minutes? No, it's okay. It'll be quick. '

He thought he could do it in five minutes. When I first got on the chair, my heart seemed to beat and die, but my smile calmed down a little while I was speaking.

Five minutes will do the trick.

It was time to think that and say my name, where I was born, what I liked and disliked, etc.

“Are we clear? What are you going to do about yourself? ”

“Yes, yes. ”

“Then…… tell them a story of excitement and fun, in 5 minutes. ”

It was a smile smiling and speaking.

It was a sinister smile that didn't match the name at all.

He felt the words that he had organized in his mind disappear at once. Suddenly empty head. At that moment, the gaze of the deputies sitting in front of me struck me in the face.

The beating heart again.

It brings back the tension that I thought I'd forgotten, or even forgotten, a little bit.

“Oh… I mean……. ”

“It's been 10 seconds. ”

“Yes?”

“15 seconds.”

“Well, there used to be excitement and play. I... I mean... I was... I was a bad brother. Er... Playful was a good brother. ”

“You said play was a bad brother. Then why is she a good sister again? ”

“No, I mean... Excitement was a good brother. For the excitement... ”

I want to cry.

How funny.

I can't explain this simple prehistoric fairytale.

My lips are getting thinner.

I'm talking, but I don't know what I'm talking about.

And...

“Five minutes. Done. Come down.”

No hard work, no scolding eyes, just ignore it. He sat down without even looking at the smile on his face.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.

Again, secondhand is a dangerous dungeon.